YOSEMITEEEE.
There's honestly so much to talk about.
I think I've blown off most of my steam to my parents, but I'll express what I have left.
Ha.
I'm still pretty jittery.
First off, I have to express about how grateful I am to be back home.
My bed is floofy and trustworthy.
It smells normal.
There is a bathroom in the house(how awesome is that?!).
I don't have to wake up at 6:30.
I don't have paper thin walls.
I CAN KEEP FOOD INSIDE THE HOUSE.
So happy.
But Yosemite really is an amazing place.
There's great views, great scenery, great landscape.... and that's about it.
The food was decent. That's something.
The water was really cold, and I generally hate hiking/anything physical, but it's much more fun with friends. Everything is.
Honestly though, after this trip, I do think I have a better outlook on nature.
But screw that cheesy shit, this is a rant-ish, leaning towards the pessimistic-y side blog, so let's get started on that.
First impression-
The cabin smelled weird.
Nobody else's did, causing me to worry that there was a mouse rotting in our heater or something.
It's hard to explain.
It scared me.
THE WALLS ARE PAPER THIN.
LITERALLY.
We had tent cabins, so anything you say can be heard by people on opposite sides of you.
So no cheesy sleepover games for us.
But it's not only that, but we can't talk at ALL.
There are some really picky sleepers( regular=10 hours!?), causing some really irrational breakdowns in a tent cabin near us.
Plus, we have a curfew of 10, with a wake up time of 6:30, maxing out on 8.5 hours.
That's a good night sleep for me.
Those kids are going to be murdered in high school.
We also had these things called bear boxes, where we had to store anything that had a smell, because animals(raccoons and bears) would come and try to eat them.
Food, Toiletries, etc.
My toothpaste turned into gel by the end of the week.
But I get the reason.
One of friends forgot to close their bear-box door, and a raccoon got in and ate their apple.
It's freezing cold in the morning and night, so you don't really know what to wear for the day.
You don't want to wear to much, so you have to change in the middle of the day, but you don't want to wear to little and catch hypothermia.
My gloves got wet, so my hands turned red from the blood trying to make up for the temperature change.
They looked almost swollen and sunburned.
Ugh.
It was so cold they nicknamed it "Little Siberia".
And since it's California, it's in drought, so there were few rivers and waterfalls.
Never complaining about the cold again.
My field group leader was what you call... a little... well..
eccentric.
Let's call him Joe for the sake of anonymity.
Of course, he was nice, he was cool, he knew a million different ways to make whistles out of random things, but he just talked a lot.
A LOT.
On the first day of hiking ,we stopped so many times for him to lecture us about something around that we only hikes 1.25 miles in seven hours. We were late by 37 minutes. We had to take a shuttle back because we were so late.
While it was raining, we stood at a tree for half an hour talking about lichen.
I learned what I wanted and more than I wanted to know about lichen.
Lichen is pronounced like-en in America, and leech-en in Europe.
Lichen has a mutual agreement with fungi.
Lichen is made of two parts - fungi and algae.
etc.
Also, for a night activity, we returned back to camp so late that we weren't allowed to brush our teeth.
It was past 10, and we had to go directly to our cabins and sleep- lights out.
Guess who was hosting that activity.
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That's right. Joe.
Joe talked about bears for over an hour.
Bears.
BeaRs.
BeArs.
BEARS.
BEARS.
BEARS.
BEARS.
I never want to hear about bears again.
Don't take me wrong, Joe is awesome, but just a little tiresome.
Yosemite is amazing, and I would rant more, but I'm kinda sleepy because of the long bus ride and the previous bedtime of 10.
Have you ever gotten really tired after a long car or plane ride and you don't know why?
What would you call that?
Bus lagged?
Yosemite lagged?
I'll call my special situation "Yosemibus-lagged".
Btw-If you know the reason people get sleepy after long bus rides, please tell me.
Is it because of the long periods of inactiveness?
Anyways, G'night, sleep tight, don't let the raccoons bite!
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